Like I said, the room looked as I had left it. My bed was where it had been since I moved in, in the corner. There was a nightstand next to it, a lamp and alarm clock on that keeping my copy of "The Hound of the Baskervilles" company, and a small oak desk opposite it all. In front of the nightstand was a small, square waste bin. Something compelled me to check the bin, call it a hunch. I checked the bin. There was a yellow matte goop inside, it looked like it was trying to crawl up the walls of the bin. It smelled sweet, the smell was emanating from the goop. I didn't put it there, I didn't throw it away, and I had no idea what it was. I heard a couple thuds from the kitchen. The egg.
